tuhrez-a
So there I am, just following behind this guy in a dark jacket. Mysterious. That's probably what I thought as we tread deeper into the hoard of people and climbed the stairs of what is probably the loudest house I have ever been in.
She quickly pulled up the sleeve of her shirt to reveal a double-edged dagger. It was not you're ordinary dagger, it was curved towards the tip and had boomerang-like characteristics. That is it quickly sliced through three necks before hurtling into the hands of its owner.
There I stood. In front of her. Composed. Or at least I was supposed to look that way. It's not every day that you're little girl tells you they have a boyfriend. Less so that they are about to have a child. No, that SHE is about to have a child.
There's a book on my table. It is squarely against the edge - parallel. Everything here is as it must be. Neat. Next to that book is my mouse pad, perfectly placed so that there is an inch of space in between the two items - as it should be.